The years when I explored the fairyland

Zhenwu Hall,

On the mourning hall,

Chu Zhou found a corner, dragged a cushion, took out the prepared things, put them in place, and then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, his thoughts couldn't help but fly everywhere.

About whether there are really ghosts?

In the previous life, Chu Zhou had heard of them but never seen them; in this life, the original body had also heard of them but never seen them.

But in the notes of Taoist Xuanzhen, the performance and preaching of the white-haired immortal, there was no doubt at all.

Besides, if there were no real things, those "local households" who were more clever than monkeys with hair on their backs, could they allow Taoist Xuanzhen to set up such a large business?

So, Chu Zhou believed it 70%.

After all, he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, and this 70% couldn't be more.

Of course, all of the above were thoughts a quarter of an hour ago, not now...

Woo woo woo!

Outside the hall, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew, swaying the branches, and the sound of sobbing was endless.

Chu Zhou shuddered, looked up, opened his eyes, and seemed to be able to see the cold wind blowing into the hall through the gaps in the windows and doors.

The candlelight flickered, and the dim hall flickered. The temperature dropped several degrees in an instant, and goose bumps appeared.

Chu Zhou almost instinctively urged his weak blood and strength, and only felt a constant flow of heat in his body, and then he felt better.

But it's not over yet!

Another cold wind blew in the hall, more violent and faster.

The wind is invisible, and it is not very clear to see, but when the two cold winds intertwined, collided, and did not give in to each other, it became clearer.

"Finally it came out!"

Chu Zhou shouted secretly, and did not dare to delay. He immediately took out a porcelain bottle, pulled out the cork, poured out a little liquid, and wiped it on his eyes.

According to the White-haired Immortal, without mana, one cannot use magic. Unless one is born with Yin-Yang eyes, ordinary people cannot see ghosts with naked eyes.

However, if there is no magic, one can also use some special materials to achieve the established goal!

For example, this cow's tears, applied to the eyes, can see the traces of ghosts before evaporation.

Of course, the duration is limited, but it is enough at the critical moment.

It is worth mentioning that the bottle in Chu Zhou's hand was not collected by himself. The time was too short and he had no time to find these things.

This was left by Taoist Xuanzhen, and he also found it in the underground secret room. It was not a big bottle, but it was actually collected for a long time.

For this reason, an old cow was raised in Xuanzhen Temple.

To be honest, Chu Zhou was also confused before. Why would Taoist Xuanzhen raise an old cow that was too old to work?

But now, he knows.

After applying these cow's tears, and then blinking, everything in sight changed.

It seemed that the whole world had faded, becoming a mixture of gray and white, and there was a slight shake, as if the whole world was twisting.

In the pale world, the Taoist Xuanzhen standing in front of the coffin was so vivid and visible.

He was dark all over, with black ghost energy constantly coming out. His head was taken off and held in his hands. He was staring at his body, with a face full of unwillingness and resentment.

Of course, in addition to unwillingness and resentment, there was more fear.

Because, gusts of cold wind came out from the corpse in the coffin, revealing the outline of another ghost.

He was more robust and stronger, with a thicker black aura all over his body, and a more sinister look on his face.

At this time, he was staring at the ghost of Taoist Xuanzhen, with an excited look on his face, and the ghost energy around him was like an octopus, tightly controlling Taoist Xuanzhen.

Even if everything developed in the direction he guessed, Chu Zhou's face was still not good at this time.

The ghost was torn to death by a hungry tiger when alive, and was still enslaved and driven after death. The heavy resentment is rare even among ghosts, and it is a vengeful nature.

Therefore, even if the Taoist Xuanzhen died, this ghost can still lie dormant for seven days, just to wait for the seventh day to return to the soul, and even swallow the soul of the former master.

Only in this way can the resentment in the heart be calmed, and it can be transformed into a fierce ghost, without fear of reincarnation, and cause trouble to the world.

It can be seen from this that the disadvantages of this "Ghost Technique" are really endless from life to death.

In a short time, this ghost has dragged the soul of the Taoist Xuanzhen to the front, and the resentment on the face of the Taoist Xuanzhen was scared away a lot, leaving only fear, screaming, but unable to do anything.

But at this moment, the ghost suddenly turned around and met Chu Zhou's eyes. Its ghost face showed sharp fangs, ready to bite someone.

He had already discovered Chu Zhou!

In a sense, if you stare at the evil ghost, the evil ghost is also staring at you.

At this moment, Chu Zhou felt cold in his heart.

He knew that if he couldn't capture the ghost this time, he would most likely die at the hands of this ghost.

It was also at this time that the world in his eyes blurred for a while, and after blinking a few times, all the ghosts and the gray world disappeared.

Damn it...

Chu Zhou screamed, and immediately took out the porcelain bottle, poured out the liquid in it, and hurriedly applied it to his eyes.

This is the defect of special materials. Unlike magic, it can be maintained for a long time. As long as the cow's tears evaporate, they will be useless.

When Chu Zhou finished applying the ointment in a hurry, he opened his eyes again and saw that the ghost had torn off one of Taoist Xuan Zhen's arms and was swallowing it up with a "slurp, slurp" sound, as if it were the sweetest food, and was enjoying it very much.

At this moment, Chu Zhou did not delay any longer. He raised his hand and grabbed a bag of glutinous rice. He waved his hands and threw it out as if it was free.

At that moment, the white rice grains fell like rain, hitting the ghost, making a sizzling sound. When they fell to the ground, the rice grains had turned black.

The living souls of the ghost and the Taoist Xuan Zhen were burned and screamed in pain.

Glutinous rice exorcise evil spirits!

It was a very ancient method, and the effect was not satisfactory, but the pain was real.

The ghost showed anger, threw the remaining soul in his hand, stared at Chu Zhou with scarlet eyes.

He was very fast, like a cold wind blowing, and he came close in an instant despite the damage of glutinous rice.

In Chu Zhou's eyes, the ghost's twisted mouth opened wide, and sharp teeth extended one by one, as if he wanted to swallow Chu Zhou's head in one gulp.

That feeling was really scary!

Chu Zhou felt his hair stand up, and with a start, his hands moved faster.

He grabbed his clothes and threw them, flipping over and hitting them.

On the back of the clothes, there were strange patterns drawn with cinnabar, all of which were copied by Chu Zhou himself.

With just one flutter, the ghost was tied up. I don’t know if it was the cinnabar or the talisman, but the burning ghost screamed to the sky, and he jumped around in pain.

Chu Zhou seized this opportunity. He first poured out glutinous rice, and drew a circle on the ground while pouring it.

Then he pulled up a red line and wrapped it around and around, and threw out copper coins stained with incense, one by one, all of which were stained on the ghost.

Finally, he brought out a basin of black dog blood and poured it directly on it.

Chu Zhou did all this smoothly, and he had replayed it in his mind countless times.

There was no way. He was just a mortal now. Although he had mastered some methods to exorcise and capture ghosts, you said he was not afraid?

How could he not be afraid of something he had never done in his two lives? !

So, he really used all the tricks he could come up with, for fear that the speed would be slow.

And in terms of the result, it was also very useful.

The ghost was obviously stunned. The evil ghost was wailing at this moment.

Chu Zhou took a deep breath, took out the sign made of dark wood, pressed it on the ground, and slowly pushed it forward.

Until he broke through the circle drawn by glutinous rice and protruded a corner, he sat cross-legged, imitated the record on the animal skin, made a hand gesture, and muttered something.

"The sky above is black, the sky below is black, there is no light in the black sky, there is no door in the black land, there is no immortality for black people, make ghosts unaware, make ghosts invisible, collect evil and make evil retreat, collect ghosts and make ghosts die!"

The formula is very strange, but according to the white-haired immortal, this is a direct translation of ghost language, which is equivalent to standard Chinese characters under foreign languages, and it is also a way of communication.

As for the translation, it is roughly coercion and inducement, telling the other party that if they want to live, they should quickly enter the wooden sign, otherwise their souls will fly away.

The ghost did react after hearing it, and it seemed to make a rhythmic roar, but Chu Zhou couldn't understand it at all, so he just repeated the spell and chanted it over and over again.

At the beginning, the ghost roared quite energetically, as if he would rather die than surrender.

But as Chu Zhou threw more and more glutinous rice in, and kept stabbing with the copper sword made of incense and copper coins, the ghost screamed less and less.

It was not until Chu Zhou applied the cow's tears for the third time that he finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned into a solid black gas, like a snake, and sank into the gloomy wooden sign.

Chu Zhou cut his finger almost without hesitation, dripping blood, and pressed it on the wooden sign.

At this moment, he could even feel a suction force, absorbing blood and constantly sinking into the wooden sign, as if the ghost was absorbing his blood.

This process lasted for a cup of tea, and the whole wooden sign had turned from black to scarlet, and even glowed with a faint glow.

Until this time, Chu Zhou loosened his fingers and sat on the ground in a somewhat exhausted state. His face was even paler, and he looked like he had lost too much blood.

When he looked up, before the cow's tears lost their effect, he saw the soul of Xuan Zhen Laodao not far away.

At this moment, he had a broken arm, and the ghost aura on his body was even more indifferent, as if it would be dispersed by the wind.

But he looked at Chu Zhou with complicated eyes, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing, just bowed slightly, and disappeared in the gloomy wind.

Until this moment, everything was over, and Chu Zhou recovered for a long time, and finally took out the gloomy wooden sign, held it in his hand, and groped slightly.

Perhaps through the connection of blood, he seemed to be able to feel the weakness and unwillingness, fear and anger of the ghost in the wooden sign.

As long as Chu Zhou is willing, this ghost can be transformed into a sharp weapon in his hand to take people's lives.

However, every time it is used, the ghost will become more fierce, and its own blood will be depleted.

Over time, just like the old Taoist Xuanzhen, it falls into a vicious cycle.

So, this thing can be relied on for a while, but it can never be relied on for a lifetime.

In comparison, martial arts may be the real extraordinary way.

Of course, no matter what, with it, Chu Zhou finally has the capital to turn the tables.

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